Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“I love your hair,” I say. “I love your back.” I tease her dress open wider and trace my knuckle down her spine. She shivers, and I push the dress over her shoulders so it slips down and pools at her feet. She turns to face me, but it’s not her eyes I’m looking at. I’m taking in the blue lace. The curves. The black patent heels. I’m taking in the absolute perfection of it all.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“I don’t spend as much time in the gym as you.” She nods toward me.
“You. Are. Perfect.”
“I showed you mine.” She lifts her chin. “Take it all off.” She grins. She knows she’s being sassy and that I like it. A little too much.
I do as she asks, shrugging off my shirt and taking off my pants and underwear together.
She glances at my cock, swollen and thick against my stomach.
“I hope that’s not just for show,” she says, tilting her head to the side.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” I say, clasping my fist around my length.
She steps toward me, but as she reaches for me, I wrap my hand around her wrist. “I think we’ll start like this.” I twirl her around, so her ass grazes my thighs.
My heart is thumping so hard I wonder whether she can feel it against her back. I’m weak. My legs are only just keeping me upright, and my knees could buckle at any time.
I lean back a little and drag my finger up her spine. I stop at the fastening to her bra and unclip. I swallow, pulling the lace down and off.
Thank God I’m not facing her at the moment. I don’t think I could take any more. The sight of her breasts might be the end of me.
I smooth my hands around her waist and over her stomach. I inch higher and higher, and she leans into me, her soft back against my chest. I dip and press kiss after kiss to her neck. Her hands slip over mine and guide me up to her breasts. We both groan in unison. They’re heavy and firm, and as my fingers find her nipples, I want to shout out loud about how good she feels. How she fits me. How this is better than I ever could have imagined, and we’ve only just started.
I lower one hand down, fingering the lace at the top of her panties. I’m taking my time because I don’t want her to be disappointed. I want her to be soaked—desperate for this. I’m not sure when, exactly, I started wanting to have her in my arms like this, but however long it’s been is too long. If the feeling isn’t mutual—if I don’t find her slippery and needy—I know it will hurt more than it should.
She bucks against my hand, impatient for my touch. I slide my fingers under the lace. My head spins as I reach silky wetness. I tip my head back and exhale.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I gasp out. “Like you’ve been waiting forever for me.”
She pushes against my fingers like she wants more. So I give her what she wants. I push over her clit and through her folds.
“Hunter,” she gasps. Her knees buckle, and I wrap my free arm around her waist, keeping her upright. I work my fingers through her folds, rubbing and circling, my fingers coated in her need for me. I’ve never felt so fucking powerful in my life. My cock presses against her back in response, hard and full and so ready for her.
“Oh, God.” She says it like she’s never felt anything like my fingers. Like it’s new and magic and she’s experiencing a whole new reality. “Oh, God, Hunter.”
“You feel so fucking blissful. Perfectly wet on my fingers. Perfectly soft. Perfectly ready.”
Her breathing is ragged and her body hot and soft, pressed against me in all the right places. “I am,” she says. “I want you.”
I groan at her admission. Yeah, we’ve shared things I never thought we would. We’ve talked, we’ve kissed, but this—this feels like what we were both born for. Like it’s our destiny or something.
“Please,” she says. “I want you.”
I can’t take any more. I just can’t hold back. I walk us forward a few steps and place her hands on the wall. “I’m half crazy, I need to be inside you so badly. I’ve thought about this for so long. Imagined how you’d feel, tight around me. How you’d sound when I pushed into you,” I breathe in her ear.
I yank down her panties, grab a condom, rip open the packet, and roll it on in record time.
I need her now.
We’ve been working up to this moment since Martha’s Vineyard. Since maybe even before that. And now it’s finally time.
I nudge her legs apart and press my cock against her entrance. She whimpers like it’s the most glorious thing she’s ever felt but she’s desperate for more. I have to clench my jaw to stop myself from cursing over and over.